Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

"Xuan Qingqi, what do you want to do?" In the camp, someone asked.

Although the strength of Xuanqingqi is the weakest among the four major flags, it will not be weak. If the war breaks out, the consequences will be unimaginable. Even if the cloud ink flag wins, it will inevitably be severely punished.

The upper class is most afraid of confusion in the military.

Isn’t the Xuan Qing flag unbearable and violent?

"We are here to challenge!"

"Just ask you to challenge the cloud and ink flag, don't you come here?"

"challenge!"

The people of Xuan Qingqi are all martyrdoms. This is something that has never been done before, and they are excited and excited.

The people in the cloud and ink flag face each other and challenge?

Have you taken the wrong medicine today?

At this time, I saw only three Zhulang people came over.

"Captain, Xuan Qingqi deceives too much, dispatched twelve veins, and beat Xiaolang!" A strong man immediately said.

"We protested and we also played." Another strong man also said that Zhu Lang did not speak.

As a result, the entire cloud ink flag is boiling.

By relying on, your Xuan Qing flag is too shameless, right?

"So shameless, the brothers copy the guy, do it!" The people in the cloud ink flag screamed and held the weapon in their hands.

Ling Han came forward and the situation will develop again, and it will become a group fight.

"Zhu Lang was defeated by me." He sang.

"what?"

The people of Yunmoqi looked at Linghan and were a little shocked.

This is the twelve veins?

It’s too young, it looks like it’s still less than twenty.

Indeed, the twelve veins hit ten veins. This is a bully, but if everyone is of the same age, this is another matter.

You are too slow to practice, you can't blame others?

"I am ten veins." Ling Han said, he said faintly. "However, I don't mind if you send someone, whether it's ten veins, eleven veins or twelve veins, I will take it."

He is working hard, and the meridians that have been opened up in the body immediately give off a faint glow.

It’s really ten veins.

The people in Yunmoqi are all surprised and surprised. They look at Zhulang. Are they really defeating him?

Zhu Lang was a big mouth and couldn't believe it.

Ling Han is really ten veins.

By the way, he was defeated by a ten pulse?

How can it be!

His martial arts talent is enough to be included in the top 20 of the city. There are only a handful of people who can beat him, and it is even less like him.

To take a step back, even if the few people shot, it is impossible to defeat him with a punch.

This is crushing.

Seeing that Zhu Lang does not speak, the people of Yunmoqi are naturally not sure.

"I will come to you." A ten-vessel warrior jumped out, and it was impossible to be called out and no one was fighting.

He rushed to Ling Han, but his fist had not been thrown out, and he was slap in the cold.

Unbearable.

Rely, strong!

The people of Yunmoqi have said in their hearts that they will defeat the same-order warriors with one blow. They are absolutely genius. If they are placed in the city, they can at least rank in the top 20.

When did Xuan Qingqi recruit such a genius?

"Good!" The soldiers of Xuan Qingqi were screaming, and some almost broke their throats. They waited for this moment for too long.

"Next." Ling Han said faintly.

This kind of carelessness makes the popularity of Yunmoqi anger, and the people of Xuanqingqi are full of emotions and high emotions.

"I am coming!" and jumped out of a ten veins, rushing toward Ling Han, but only in vain.

"The next one." Ling Han did not say anything boasting, the look is very calm, but it is such a careless performance, so that the people of Yunmoqi feel a huge shame.

In the eyes of Ling Han, are they not considered opponents at all?

You are too blind.

"Yeah!" One rushed out of the roar, but was easily shot by Ling Hanyi.

One more, or one palm.

After connecting seven people, Zhu Lang finally stood up and faced the people of Yunmoqi. He said: "It is impossible for his ten opponents and eleven veins to be his opponent, because I was defeated by him."

He really didn't want to see his comrades in battle being defeated one after another, so in front of everyone, he said that he was killed by the cold.

what!

Is Zhu Lang really defeated by this young man?

Ten veins to ten veins, one stroke is seconds?

This!

The people of Yunmoqi are all silent, even Zhulang is defeated. Who else is the opponent of Linghan?

Ling Han eyes swept: "Next!"

But this time, no one in the cloud and ink flag came out to fight.

"Twelve veins come out." Ling Han hooked his finger, "I don't mind."

Cloud and ink flag was silent for a while, only a 30-year-old man came out. There was a long scar on his mouth, and his hair was messy, like a madman.

"Luo Zaiyuan." He pointed to himself. "I only have ten strokes. You have to be able to stop it. Even today, we have clouded the flag!"

"Captain Luo!" The people of Yunmoqi are exclaimed.

“Hmmm?” Luo Zaiyuan glanced at the crowd. “Don’t you believe me?”

Everyone is no longer talking. This Luo is in the name of the first **** of the cloud and ink flag. In the twelve veins, it can be regarded as one of the best.

If Luo Zaiyuan can't beat Ling Han, then no one in the whole army will be the opponent of Ling Han unless he is the main man.

The problem is, if there are only ten strokes, it is too little.

Luo Zaiyuan strode out, his body is really tall, he has about seven feet, and the burly has at least three cold and so wide, so when he came out, he suddenly cast a long shadow.

The contrast of body type is too obvious. In front of him, Ling Han is like a child.

"Ten moves." Luo Zaiyuan said quietly, "I will not bully you."

Twelve veins and ten veins are already bullying and can no longer be bullied. But who can let the twelve veins, really no one can hold the cold?

Ling Han faint smile: "just."

Luo Zaiyuan took a deep breath, hehe, his blood vessels swaying, making a strong sound, as if there was a monster hidden inside, and now it is going to break out.

His hands turned into reddish red, and the heat rose.

"Red Flame Palm!"

"Captain Luo has made a housekeeping skill!"

"This is the secret technique that Captain Luo has gained in a monument. It is endless."

"It’s no wonder that Captain Luo said the limit of ten strokes. This is no different from a hundred strokes and a thousand strokes."

The people of Yunmoqi are all excited, and the strongest captain of their **** that day will be in power.

Ling Han faint smile, this red flame palm may be very powerful, but obviously Luo Zaiyuan can not play all the power, otherwise, his hands should be entwined with flames, not just hot.

"Kill!" Luo yelled at the Yuan and killed him.